The kneeler cracks from the weight of my sins. Suddenly the board splits into two. I feel sharp splinters in my knees as I stumble towards the door. I can hear soft whispers amongst the people. At the exit I see her. My love. God.
Thanks, Timothy, for introducing me to this style of poetry... Reversed Etheree: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1